Maestro Poems - Poems about Maestro

everyone watched her walk toward the piano wondering if she was the maestro surely not; she was ethereal and lovely, a goddess, an angel, a heavenly vision as the notes wafted around the room we knew she was the maestro, and had been heaven sent...

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Silent strings, once vibrant song, Melodies hushed, where echoes belong. A master's touch, forever stilled, Rajeev Taranath's legacy is forever chilled. Dancing fingers, now lie at rest, Ragas unplayed, a silent test. The wisdom passed, a lineage strong, Yet music's heart now grieves the song. Traditions held, a fading light, The past is preserved, yet...

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Headphones cup his ears Like a sanctuary, a secret cave Here he can hide , he is safe Crouching behind the sofa He hears raised voices Muffled shouts, words become clubs His mother is crying again Sobbing as his father rants He fumbles for the Jack Connects the black, curly wire Like an umbilical cord Feeding his soul He hears the needle...

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Composed, he walks towards the podium. At first to applause, until a hush forms. His heart beats like a water pump, sweat drips - eyes fixed at his ensemble. Audience anticipates, as he stands at the nexus of musical creations. With a brief glance - nods and closes his eyes, baton in hand and a flick of wrist, an oboe penetrates the silence, violins...

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Maestro – 4-23-24 Dedicated to Dr. Stanley Chapple. Co-founder of Tanglewood. Conductor of the London Philharmonic. Head of the Music School University of Washington. Conductor of the University of Washington Symphony Orchestra. Beloved Professor and so much more! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Maestro Music flowed from his baton Like water from his English wellspring, Taming trills in the...

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Ella Fitzgerald (1917 – 1996) In the midst of stale fog – Is it day or night? The dimmed dishevelled lights don’t give a bass clef Whilst notes made syncopated love at the bar A tsunami of discord, blew out the flame of a good old fashioned And lipstick-stained stubbed ends forgot bruised anguish A minor digress Untainted melodies, swung from a silhouette...

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The Maestro comes to play With numerous things to say Our dear classic friend the baton. The guy who seldom keeps up drawn. The Maestro comes to lead When all of us simply read My old friend the saxophone Does nothing but whine and moan. I do not blame such a poor soul. We are always in control. If only we get to stand out...

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Quote: Bring forth the music dear lover of soul, she's waiting for a drop A Conducter's baton fills the air with caresses of passion and zest as a black patent leather shoe taps gently on a varathane wood plank it sends a sensory cortex vibration to a deaf infant child, pure elation. With...

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In the silent hall, the maestro tall and regal takes his place, His presence commanding, with elegance and grace. With a wave of his baton, the music starts to flow, Filling the air with melodies that ebb and glow. His baton dances, coaxing magic from the air, Creating a symphony beyond compare. Each movement, each gesture, a masterful art, Guiding...

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He looks shy, timid, and withdrawn, as though he knows nothing. Yet, astuteness whirls in him like monsoon floods in a dam. He is an ace at intuitive thinking and judging. He's a lively lion, though he looks like a little lamb. He composes music. He plays it. He sings in gladness. Fervour, fondness, and fluency flame in him like...

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I have decided to live on buttermilk. It contains all the ingredients to sustain a happy and productive life. No more worrying about the next meal. I can spend more time seeking perfection- picking flowers and counting stars. I can find my place in the universe, pondering existence, the meaning of love, how death is a part of life, who God really is. I can then...

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In the realm of rock, a voice so bold, Glenn Hughes, his legend told. With melodies soaring, and passion untold, He captures hearts, both young and old. From Deep Purple's heights to solo flight, His voice ignites the darkest night. With soulful cries and rhythms tight, He brings the crowd to pure delight. Through highs and lows, he's stood the test, A rock 'n'...

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All - rounder : Majestic Maestro That’s unique persona Leonardo ! Illustrious Marvellous! Glorious Gracious. ...

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Hold your stick and hold it strong For, it's time to conduct your perfect song Make your beat grandiose for the whole world to see Make the whole world tremble in glee Plant some memories like glorious sonata Make it memorable like "desiderata" Make it a paradise for them to remember Tame with fire, the...

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In the heart of melodies, a a luminary arose, Leonard Bernstein, whose brilliance still grows. A maestro with a baton, a poet with a score, In his music, he found what life yearned for. With passion ablaze, he'd command the stage, Each gesture a dance, each note a page. From...

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